Our sweat glistened bodies were held tight, our breathing slowly became more controlled. As I held her to me, I couldn’t resist grabbing onto one of her tits. The nipple was near piercing my palm as I rubbed it.
“I love you, Deb.” I declared, delivering more soft kisses to her neck.
She turned her head towards me and smirked at me, “Call me Mom, I like that more.” A single laugh left her lips and she kissed my cheek.
Well that was my weekend at the winter cabin. After that night, we packed up and got ready to leave for home in the morning. Mom ended up leaving my father when she caught him cheating on her. Turns out he had been doing it during the weekend when we were gone. We moved from Pennsylvania to a cozy coastal town in Maine. No one knew us, which was perfect. We acted like a couple where ever we went.
Eventually I left for UMaine and studied for criminal justice. Years later here I am, still living with my mother, my lover. I work as a cop in this small town. Nothing really exciting happens. I write tickets and drink coffee while looking out to the sea. I have no regrets.
Yesterday we celebrated Christmas Eve by drinking some hot cocoa and making out on the porch, our body heat kept us warm on the cold winter night. Every year, on midnight of Christmas Eve, she’ll sit next to me and cuddle up before telling me,
“Merry Christmas, Mister Lawrence.”